Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.

All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

the Bar-Kays, Average White Band, The Misunderstood, Surgeon, Rosa Yemen, OOIOO, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Ultimate Spinach, The Stooges, Sad Lovers and Giants, Boz Scaggs, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The New Christs, The United States of America, Robert Wyatt, Al Stewart, Delon & Dalcan, The Neon Judgement, Audionom, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Young Rascals, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, the Swans, The Index, Crooked Eye, Skarface, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Be Bop Deluxe, Nick Fraelich, Rakim, Das Ding, Mantronix, Absolute Body Control, Stetsasonic, The Cosmic Jokers, Agent Orange, Marvin Gaye, Jacob Miller, Panda Bear, Charles Mingus, Gregory Isaacs, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, X-101, New Age Steppers, Television Personalities, The Tremeloes, Aloha Tigers, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Franke, Boredoms, Supertramp, David McCallum, Cymande, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Brand Nubian, the Human League, The Seeds, Roy Ayers, Marshall Jefferson, Roxette, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)